Bio:

I grew up in a little farming village. Life there was pretty boring, so I made my fun where I could. Finn and I were close – we shared a love for trouble, though I enjoyed more the part that got us into trouble and he enjoyed the trouble itself. In any case, eventually we got tired of the same old thing. It didn’t help that most folks were onto us by that point.

So we left. Maybe on occasion I’d manage to unintentionally pick up somebody else’s belongings, or coins, or sometimes just some food. Finn was my backup – he was where I came when I got made, and he’d take on anybody. Everybody. Mostly just for the fun of it.

At some point, I managed to “acquire” a particularly nice sword for him, one that helps him pick fights. (Because he wasn’t already good enough at it.) We’ve been wandering, making a living, and enjoying ourselves for years now. Recently, we came by a town and met Five, who saw me taking a golden statue or two from the church – not that he seemed to realize there might be a problem with that – and lifted a nifty little gadget from Guyver. Unfortunately, that’s where things went downhill. When I’d gotten a little ways away, it made a loud bang, and I got a little startled and sort of dropped one of the statues, and… well… I got noticed. Oops.